{"id":21730,"date":"2023-09-03T23:12:30","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T20:12:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21730"},"modified":"2023-09-03T23:12:30","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T20:12:30","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-12-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21730","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 12 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Petru Solonaru<\/strong>
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1.<\/p>\n

–\tTr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een clip\u0103 via\u0163a \u015fi \u00een via\u0163\u0103, clipa doar\u0103!
\nM\u0103sura-\u0163i risipe\u015fte risipe ce m\u0103soar\u0103
\npustia lung\u0103 de-a latul, spre-a te afla… \u2013 Dar, unde?
\nUn punct din cercul lumii cercarea \u0163i-o ascunde…<\/p>\n

2.<\/p>\n

–\t,,Ce rost au mii de stele, c\u00e2nd fiecare,- o minge
\nprin jocul \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rii, din via\u0163\u0103 chipu-\u015fi stinge,
\ns\u0103 reaprind\u0103 mor\u0163ii lumin\u0103 mult mai mult\u0103?\u2019\u2019…
\nR\u0103spunsu-i chiar t\u0103cerea, dar nimeni n-o ascult\u0103.<\/p>\n

3.<\/p>\n

Prisos \u015fi lips\u0103, omul, smintit de \u00eenmirare,
\ndin moarte \u00eenviaz\u0103, spre \u00eenviere moare.
\nC\u00e2t nimicindu-\u015fi darul se d\u0103ruie nicicuie,
\nnu \u015ftie nici ce este, dar, nicidecum ce nu e…<\/p>\n

4.<\/p>\n

\u00centreaga m\u0103re\u0163ie a cunoa\u015fterii, e oare,
\n\u00een om, mai mult ca spuma?… Ce \u015ftie-i, doar c\u0103 moare.
\n\u015ei pre\u0163u-i nenorocul, iar fericirea, umbr\u0103,
\nsub care cea pustie nep\u0103s\u0103toare umbl\u0103… <\/p>\n

5.<\/p>\n

C\u0103zu pe t\u00e2mple-mi bruma… \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na-i mai aproape!…
\nM\u0103 tem: Din gheara mor\u0163ii, nu-i un ceva s\u0103 scape…
\nS-au stins pe r\u00e2nd cezarii… Doar roza st\u0103 \u00een nume,
\nsuprem parfum, ce v\u00e2ntul nu vrea s\u0103 \u015fi-l asume…<\/p>\n

6.<\/p>\n

Din somnul scris erorii neantul se de\u015fteapt\u0103,
\nprin noi ad\u0103ugare, drept intelect\u0103 fapt\u0103.
\nCategorie pur\u0103,sub devenire, karm\u0103,
\nne cuget\u0103 \u00een f\u0103r\u00e2me \u015fi cugetul ni-l sfarm\u0103…<\/p>\n

7.<\/p>\n

O, murmurul t\u0103cerii ne face semn cu o m\u00e2n\u0103,
\n\u015fi trecem \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103rii… c\u00e2t trecerea ne-\u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103!…
\n\u00cencol\u0103ciri de umbre scad calea satinat\u0103
\nspre \u015ftire c\u0103 ascunsul din noi ni se arat\u0103…<\/p>\n

8.<\/p>\n

E timpul toamnei calme \u00een fruct\u0103 s\u0103 gr\u0103beasc\u0103
\ndulcimi de \u00eenv\u0103p\u0103iere \u015fi stingere fantasc\u0103!
\nPe\u2019 ofranda-i versatil\u0103, uimitul om, sub tram\u0103,
\nfr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 a destr\u0103mare fr\u0103m\u00e2ntul ce-l destram\u0103…<\/p>\n

9.<\/p>\n

Spre unda f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163\u0103rmuri o s\u0103rb\u0103toare \u00een buze-i
\nca ele s\u0103 absoarb\u0103, din v\u00e2nt, t\u0103cerea spuzei…
\n– ,,Adu-\u0163i aminte! amiaza s\u0103rutului coboar\u0103,
\n\u015fi\u2019 odat\u0103 cu \u00eenserarea el fi-va fo\u015fnet doar\u0103\u2019\u2019… <\/p>\n

10.<\/p>\n

Imensitatea lumii st\u0103 \u00een punct ce nu se vede.
\nNoetiz\u00e2nd deschisul, deschide c\u0103i noede
\nspre timpul f\u0103r\u0103 margini, prin care clipa alese
\nmir\u0103rile de-a pururi r\u0103mase ne\u00een\u0163elese…<\/p>\n

11.<\/p>\n

Se foarfec\u0103 \u00een ceasornic zadarnice secunde
\n\u015fi scad spre parce semnul ce moartea ne-o ascunde.
\nSub zorii zilei, m\u00e2ine, nu-i nimeni, om, s\u0103 \u015ftie
\nde-a mai privi cadranu-i, ori colb va fi \u00een vecie…<\/p>\n

12.<\/p>\n

\u00cembat\u0103-te corolei de trandafir \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103!…
\nPrin spini, ca m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere, s\u0103 afli calea sf\u00e2nt\u0103
\nACUM!… nu m\u00e2ine – c\u00e2rj\u0103, ce ramul s\u0103u va face,
\ns\u0103-\u0163i poarte ciner\u0103rii parfumul vie\u0163ii \u00een Pace… <\/p>\n


\nPOEZIE NEAGR\u00c3<\/strong><\/p>\n

\t\u00cen prima parte a secolului 20 (1930-1950), tineri din Africa \u015fi din America Central\u00e3, studen\u0163i la Paris, au ini\u0163iat mi\u015fcarea de eliberare a popoarelor din robia colonial\u00e3. Grupa\u0163i \u00een jurul revistei Etudiant noir, ei au f\u0103cut cunoscute lumii europene virtu\u0163ile acestor na\u0163ii, dreptul la autodeterminare, pun\u00e2nd un accent deosebit pe decolonizarea spiritual\u00e3. S-a n\u0103scut astfel ampla mi\u015fcare La N\u00e9gritude, ce avea \u00een vedere afirmarea \u00een plan mondial a valorilor specific africane, pornind de la virtu\u0163ile creatoare ale omului negru.
\n\tFondatorii acestei importante mi\u015fc\u0103ri: L\u00e9opold S\u00e9dar Senghor, Aim\u00e9 C\u00e9saire \u015fi L\u00e9on Damas (urma\u0163i de un considerabil grup de lupt\u0103tori cu puterea cuv\u00e2ntului) au determinat \u00een mare m\u0103sur\u00e3 eliberarea \u015fi afirmarea popoarelor din b\u0103tr\u00e2nul continent african. D\u0103m \u00een aceste pagini, c\u00e2teva producte poetice, a\u015fezate \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u00e3 de domnul Radu C\u00e2rneci, cunosc\u00e3tor \u015fi pre\u0163uitor al culturii acestor na\u0163ii. <\/p>\n

L\u00c9OPOLD S\u00c9DAR SENGHOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u0103scut \u00een 1906. Cunoscut om politic \u015fi mare scriitor. Pre\u015fedinte al Republicii Senegal (1960-1980). Poet, critic literar, eseist, autor de texte politice. \u00cempreun\u00e3 cu Aim\u00e9 Cesaire \u015fi L\u00e9on Damas, fondator al \u00abNegritudinii\u00bb, mi\u015fcare pentru afirmare \u00een plan mondial a valorilor specific africane, av\u00e2nd ca punct de pornire personalitatea omului negru.
\nStudii de filologie (literatur\u00e3 francez\u0103, literatur\u0103 clasic\u0103 greac\u0103 \u015fi latin\u0103), de etnografie \u015fi lingvistic\u0103 african\u0103 (ob\u0163ine titlul de Doctor cu o tez\u0103 privind dialectele vorbite \u00een Senegal). Dintre volume re\u0163inem: Les Chants d\u2019Ombre (1945), Anthologie de la nouvelle po\u00e9sie n\u00e8gre et malgache de langue fran\u00e7aise (1948), Etiopiques (1956), Nocturnes (1961), volumul de eseuri N\u00e9gritude et humanisme (1964), Lettres d\u2019hivernage (1973), Po\u00e8mes (1974), Les \u00e9l\u00e8gies majeures (1979). Din versurile lui L\u00e9opold S\u00e9dar Senghor au fost publicate dou\u0103 volume antologice, sub titlul Jertfe negre (1969 \u015fi 1976), \u00een traducerea lui Radu C\u00e2rneci. Marele scriitor L.S. Senghor este ini\u0163iatorul mi\u015fc\u0103rii francofone. Membru al Academiei Franceze. Str\u0103lucit\u0103 personalitate a secolului 20. S-a \u00eenve\u015fnicit \u00een 2001.<\/p>\n

JOAL*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Joal!
\n\u00cemi amintesc.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc acele Doamne la umbra verde a verandelor
\nAcele Doamne cu ochii suprafire\u015fti ca lumina lunii pe plaj\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc splendorile Amurgului
\nDin care Koumba N\u2019Dof\u00e8ne voia s\u0103-\u015fi croiasc\u0103 mantie regal\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc ospe\u0163ele funebre aburind de s\u00e2ngele turmelor jertfite
\nZarva g\u00e2lcevilor, c\u00e2ntecele rapsozilor peregrini.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc vocile p\u0103g\u00e2ne ritm\u00e2nd Tantum Ergo
\nProcesiunile, palmierii \u015fi arcurile de triumf.
\n\u00cemi amintesc dansul fetelor de m\u0103ritat, corurile
\nDe lupt\u0103 \u2014 oh! dansul ultim al tinerilor, bustul lor zvelt
\n\u00cenclinat, \u015fi strig\u0103tul cristalin de dragoste al femeilor \u2014 Kor Siga!<\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc, \u00eemi amintesc…
\nCapul mi se leag\u0103n\u0103 \u2014
\nCe drum obositor de-a lungul zilelor din Europa, unde, uneori
\nSe ivea un jazz orfelin pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd hohotitor, \u00eendelung.<\/p>\n

___________
\n* Locul natal al poetului.<\/p>\n


\nFemeie neagr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Femeie goal\u0103, femeie neagr\u0103
\n\u00cenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat\u0103 \u00een culoarea ta care e via\u0163a, \u00een forma ta
\nCare e frumuse\u0163ea!
\nAm crescut la umbra ta; alintul m\u00e2inilor tale \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103luia ochii.
\n\u015ei iat\u00e3 c\u0103 \u00een inima Verii \u015fi a Amiezii, de la \u00een\u0103l\u0163imea unui
\n\tdefileu calcinat te descop\u0103r, \u0163ar\u00e3 a f\u0103g\u0103duin\u0163ei
\nIar frumuse\u0163ea ta m\u0103 s\u0103geteaz\u0103 drept \u00een inim\u0103, ca fulgerarea unui vultur.<\/p>\n

Femeie goal\u0103, femeie ne\u015ftiut\u0103
\nFruct copt cu carnea tare, \u00eentunecate extaze ale vinului negru,
\n\tgur\u0103 care-ai f\u0103cut s\u00e3 c\u00e2nte gura mea
\nSavan\u0103 cu orizonturi limpezi, ce fream\u0103t\u0103 sub m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile
\n\tarz\u0103toare ale V\u00e2ntului de R\u0103s\u0103rit
\nTam-tam sculptat, tam-tam \u00eencordat r\u0103sun\u00e2nd sub degetele
\n\t\u00eenving\u0103torului
\nVocea ta grav\u0103 de contralt\u0103 e c\u00e2ntecul divin al Iubitei.<\/p>\n

Femeie goal\u0103, femeie necunoscut\u0103
\nChip f\u0103r\u0103 de riduri, asemeni lucirii calme pe trupurile atle\u0163ilor,
\n\tpe trupurile prin\u0163ilor din Mali
\nGazel\u0103 cu taine cere\u015fti, stelele sunt perle pe noaptea pielii tale.
\nDesf\u0103t\u0103ri ale jocurilor \u00eenchipuirii, reflexe de aur ro\u015fu pe pielea ta
\n\tondul\u00e2nd
\nLa umbra pletelor tale, spaima mea se lumineaz\u0103 de sorii apropia\u0163i
\n\tai ochilor t\u0103i.<\/p>\n


\nRUG\u0102 LA M\u0102\u015eTI<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103\u015fti! O, M\u0103\u015fti!
\nMasc\u0103 neagr\u0103, masc\u0103 ro\u015fie, voi, m\u0103\u015fti alb-negre
\nM\u0103\u015fti din cele patru z\u0103ri de unde adie Spiritul
\nVou\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenchin \u00een t\u0103cere!
\n\u015ei \u0163ie mai \u00eent\u00e2i, Str\u0103bun cu cap de leu
\nVoi ocroti\u0163i acest loc \u00een care e proscris orice r\u00e2s de femeie, orice sur\u00e2s
\n\tcare se ofile\u015fte
\nVoi distila\u0163i acest aer de ve\u015fnicie unde respir aerul P\u0103rin\u0163ilor mei.
\nM\u0103\u015fti ale chipurilor f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103, lipsite de riduri \u015fi gropi\u0163e
\nVoi care a\u0163i pl\u0103smuit portretul acesta, care-i chipul meu aplecat peste
\n\taltarul h\u00e2rtiei albe
\nAidoma chipului vostru, asculta\u0163i-m\u0103!
\nIat\u0103, moare Africa imperiilor \u2014 e agonia unei jalnice prin\u0163ese
\nAidoma Europei de care suntem lega\u0163i prin cordonul ombilical.
\nA\u0163inti\u0163i-v\u0103 privirile nestr\u0103mutate asupra copiilor vo\u015ftri \u00eenrola\u0163i
\nCare \u00ee\u015fi dau via\u0163a precum s\u0103rmanul ultima hain\u0103.
\nS\u00e3 fim prezen\u0163i la rena\u015fterea Lumii
\nC\u0103reia \u00eei suntem necesari precum pl\u0103mada f\u0103inii albe
\nFiindc\u0103, cine ar mai \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a ritmul defunctei lumi de ma\u015fini \u015fi de
\n\ttunuri?
\nCine ar mai striga de bucurie pentru a trezi mor\u0163ii \u015fi oropsi\u0163ii \u00een zori?
\nSpune\u0163i, cine ar mai reda \u00eendemnul de via\u0163\u0103 celor cu n\u0103dejdile
\n\tsf\u00e2rtecate?
\nNe numesc oamenii bumbacului, ai cafelei, ai uleiului
\nNe numesc oamenii mor\u0163ii.
\nCi noi suntem oamenii dansului, ale c\u0103ror picioare re\u00eenva\u0163\u0103 vigoarea
\n\tizbind p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nep\u0103s\u0103tor.<\/p>\n


\nBIRAGO DIOP<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u00e3scut \u00een 1906 la Ouakam \u2014 Senegal. Al\u00e3turi de L\u00e9opold S\u00e9dar Senghor, face parte din grupul progresist ce editeaz\u0103 revista L\u2019Etudiant noir, care avea drept scop promovarea \u015fi afirmarea personalit\u0103\u0163ii \u015fi crea\u0163iei negro-africane. Poet, prozator, dramaturg; scrie versuri de influen\u0163\u0103 simbolist\u0103; unul dintre cei mai talenta\u0163i povestitori de inspira\u0163ie popular\u0103 (vol. Les contes d\u2019Ahmadou Koumba); ca dramaturg, not\u0103m drama istoric\u0103 Sarzan. S-a stins \u00een 1989.<\/p>\n

DESC\u00c2NTEC<\/strong><\/p>\n

\t\u00centr-unul din cele trei mari vase de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\t\u00eentr-unul din aceste trei mari vase,
\n\tunde \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 revin
\n\tsufletele mul\u0163umite \u015fi senine,
\n\tsufletele str\u0103mo\u015filor viteji, sau
\n\tale zeilor \u00een\u0163elep\u0163i,
\n\t\u00eentr-unul din aceste trei mari vase
\n\tMama \u00eenmoaie trei degete
\n\ttrei degete de la m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103:
\n\tdegetul mare, ar\u0103t\u0103torul \u015fi mijlociul;
\n\tEu de asemeni \u00eenmoi trei degete:
\n\tdegetul mare, ar\u0103t\u0103torul \u015fi mijlociul.<\/p>\n

\tCu cele trei degete ale sale ro\u015fii de s\u00e2nge,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de c\u00e2ine,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de taur,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de \u0163ap,
\n\tMama mi-atinge de trei ori:
\n\tFruntea cu degetul mare,
\n\tcu ar\u0103t\u0103torul pieptul \u00een dreptul inimii
\n\t\u015ei-mi atinge buricul cu degetul mijlociu.<\/p>\n

\tAtunci, eu \u00eentind degetele-mi ro\u015fii de s\u00e2nge,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de c\u00e2ine,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de taur,
\n\tde s\u00e2nge de \u0163ap.
\n\t\u00centind cele trei degete c\u0103tre cele patru v\u00e2nturi:
\n\tspre v\u00e2ntul din nord, spre v\u00e2ntul din r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\n\tspre v\u00e2ntul din sud, spre v\u00e2ntul din apus;
\n\t\u015fi apoi ridic cele trei degete spre Lun\u0103,
\n\tspre Luna plin\u0103 \u015fi dezbr\u0103cat\u0103
\n\tatunci c\u00e2nd ea se oglinde\u015fte \u00een fundul celui
\n\tmai ad\u00e2nc dintre cele trei mari vase.
\n\tApoi \u00eemi afund cele trei degete \u00een nisip,
\n\t\u00een nisipul acum r\u0103coros.
\n\t\u015fi Mama \u00eemi spune: \u201eMergi \u00een lume, mergi!
\n\tToat\u0103 via\u0163a, de-acum \u00eenainte,
\n\tsufletele str\u0103mo\u015filor te vor proteja.\u201c<\/p>\n

\t\u015fi plec.
\n\t\u015fi merg pe \u00eengustele drumuri,
\n\tpe \u00eengustele drumuri \u015fi pe \u015fosele,
\n\tdincolo de mare \u015fi mai departe, mai departe \u00eenc\u0103,
\n\tdincolo de mare \u015fi dincolo de dincolo;
\n\t\u015fi atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 apropii de cei r\u0103i
\n\t\u2014 oameni cu inim\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de inim\u0103 \u2014
\n\tsau atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 apropii de invidio\u015fi,
\n\t\u2014 oameni cu inim\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de inim\u0103 \u2014
\n\t\u00eenaintea mea merg sufletele str\u0103mo\u015filor
\n\tap\u0103r\u00e2ndu-m\u0103!…<\/p>\n


\nL\u00c9ON GONTRAN DAMAS<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u0103scut \u00een 1912, \u00eentr-o familie de intelectuali meti\u015fi (din Guyana francez\u0103), care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-l educe \u00een spirit european. \u00cencepe s\u0103 studieze dreptul la Paris, dar abandoneaz\u0103 \u00een favoarea cursurilor de etnologie, din dorin\u0163a de reg\u0103sire a surselor culturale ale rasei sale. Se al\u0103tur\u00e3 grupului C\u00e9saire, Senghor, Birago Diop, Ousmane Soc\u00e9 Diop, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu care fondeaz\u0103 revista L\u2019Etudiant Noir (1934-1935), ce va avea un rol hot\u0103r\u00e2tor \u00een trezirea con\u015ftiin\u0163ei negrilor \u015fi va lansa mi\u015fcarea Negritudinii. Public\u0103 volumele Pigments (Pigmen\u0163i), 1937, Veilles noires (Privegheri negre), 1943, Po\u00e8mes N\u00e8gres sur des Airs Africains (Poeme negre pe arii africane), 1948, Graffiti, 1952, Black Label (Etichet\u0103 neagr\u0103), 1956. A murit \u00een 1978.<\/p>\n

NOP\u0162I F\u0102R\u0102 DE NUME<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tSunt nop\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 de nume,
\n\tSunt nop\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 de lun\u0103,
\n\tc\u00e2nd chinuit, n\u0103du\u015find
\n\tp\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00een\u0103bu\u015fire, m\u0103 cuprinde
\n\tacrul miros al s\u00e2ngelui
\n\t\u0163\u00e2\u015fnind din toate tr\u00e2mbi\u0163ele sale \u00eenfundate.<\/p>\n

\tVoi, nop\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 de nume
\n\t\u015fi nop\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 de lun\u0103,
\n\tO, c\u00e2t a\u015f vrea s\u0103-mi piar\u0103 \u00eendoiala,
\n\ts\u0103 pot z\u00e2mbi, s\u0103 scap de grea\u0163a vie\u0163ii,
\n\ts\u0103 pot pleca, oh, s\u0103 pot pleca!…<\/p>\n

\tF\u0103r\u0103 de nume,
\n\tf\u0103r\u0103 de lun\u0103,
\n\tf\u0103r\u0103 de lun\u0103,
\n\tf\u0103r\u0103 de nume,
\n\tf\u0103r\u0103 de nume, f\u0103r\u0103 de nume,
\n\tc\u00e2nd dezgustul s-afund\u0103 \u00een mine
\n\tad\u00e2nc, ad\u00e2nc
\n\tasemenea unui frumos pumnal malaiez!…<\/p>\n


\n C\u00c2NTEC DE DRAGOSTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tTu mi-ai spus, vai, c-o voce \u00eentristat\u0103,
\n\tp\u0103r\u0103sindu-m\u0103 tu mi-ai spus ieri,
\n\tO, tu mi-ai spus c\u0103 n-ai s\u0103 m\u0103 mai po\u0163i vedea
\n\tp\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ziua de 13.<\/p>\n

\tO, de ce 13
\n\t\u015fi nu cincisprezece
\n\t\u015fi nu dou\u0103zeci
\n\t\u015fi nu treizeci?<\/p>\n

\tO, de ce 13 zile
\n\t\u015fi nu dou\u0103sprezece
\n\t\u015fi nu opt zile
\n\t\u015fi nu zece zile,
\n\tde ce nu patru
\n\tsau numai dou\u0103!<\/p>\n

\tO, de ce nu m\u00e2ine m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103:
\n\tm\u00e2na ta \u00een culcu\u015ful m\u00e2inii mele
\n\tm\u00e2na mea \u00een alintul m\u00e2inii tale
\n\tm\u00e2na ta m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare peste inima mea
\n\tcare se chinuie
\n\t\u015fi care nu mai nutre\u015fte speran\u0163\u0103
\n\t\u00eentr-o zi cu soare \u00een suflet
\n\t\u015fi care te a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u00een zadar…<\/p>\n


\nAIM\u00c9 C\u00c9SAIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u0103scut la 25 iunie 1913 la Basse-Pointe, Martinica. Studiaz\u0103 la Paris, unde este coleg cu Senghor, juc\u00e2nd \u00eempreun\u0103 cu acesta un rol hot\u0103r\u00e2tor \u00een mi\u015fcarea Negritudinii. Dup\u0103 ob\u0163inerea licen\u0163ei \u00een litere la \u00c9cole Normale Sup\u00e9rieure, se re\u00eentoarce \u00een \u0163ar\u0103, ca profesor de liceu. Dup\u0103 r\u0103zboi editeaz\u0103 revista Tropiques, interzis\u0103 de autorit\u0103\u0163i. Scrie o poezie foarte personal\u0103, cu o topic\u0103 aparent dezarticulat\u0103, vocabular propriu, imagini inedite. Public\u0103 \u00een 1939 poemul \u00een proz\u0103 Cahiers d\u2019un retour au pays natal (Caiete ale re\u00eentoarcerii \u00een \u0163ara natal\u0103), devenit\u0103 carte de c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i a negrilor de pretutindeni, urmat de Les Armes miraculeuses (Armele miraculoase), 1946, Discours sur le Colonialisme (Discurs asupra colonialismului), 1950, eseu, Et les Chiens se taisent (Iar c\u00e2inii t\u0103cur\u0103), 1956, La Trag\u00e9die du Roi Cristophe (Tragedia regelui Cristophe), 1964, Ferments (Fermen\u0163i), 1960, Cadastres (Cadastre), 1961, Une Saison au Congo (Un anotimp \u00een Congo), 1965. A trecut la cele ve\u015fnice \u00een 2008.<\/p>\n

NEGRITUDINEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cei care n-au inventat nici praful de pu\u015fc\u0103 nici busola.
\nCei care n-au \u015ftiut niciodat\u0103 puterea aburului \u015fi a
\nelectricit\u0103\u0163ii.
\nCei care n-au explorat ad\u00e2ncul m\u0103rilor sau \u00eenaltul cerului
\ndar \u015ftiu cu de-am\u0103nuntul \u0163ara suferin\u0163ei.
\nCei care n-au cunoscut voiaje dec\u00e2t ca dezr\u0103d\u0103cina\u0163i.
\nCei care au fost umili\u0163i \u015fi \u00eengenunchea\u0163i.
\nCei care au fost civiliza\u0163i \u015fi cre\u015ftina\u0163i.
\nCei c\u0103rora li s-a inoculat degenerescen\u0163a,
\ntam-tam-uri ale m\u00e2inilor goale
\ntam-tam-uri ale r\u0103nilor sonore
\ntam-tam-uri dureroase ale celor tr\u0103da\u0163i.
\nO, r\u0103coroas\u0103, prea-scurt\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103 a arderilor \u015fi
\nspaimelor ancestrale!
\nIat\u0103, trec lungile-mi bog\u0103\u0163ii migratoare
\niat\u0103, pe deasupra-mi zbor minciunile adev\u0103rate.
\nDar ce orgoliu ciudat m\u0103 ilumineaz\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103-ncetare ?
\n\u015ei respira\u0163ia mea nu poate suporta puturoasa mocirl\u0103 a
\nmistre\u0163ilor.
\n\u015ei ochii t\u0103i sub piatra cenu\u015fie a zilei sunt ca un
\nconglomerat frem\u0103t\u0103tor de buburuze.
\n\u015ei \u00een privirea dezordinei aceast\u0103 r\u00e2ndunic\u0103
\nde ment\u0103 \u015fi de chiparos care poate
\nve\u015fnic s\u0103 renasc\u0103 \u00een uria\u015ful val de maree
\nal luminii tale.
\nCalme \u015fi alin\u0103toare copil\u0103re\u015ftile mele cuvinte
\ncare nu \u015ftiu c\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eenseamn\u0103
\neterna rena\u015ftere.
\nIerburile se vor leg\u0103na pentru turme asemenea
\nlinelor cor\u0103bii ale n\u0103dejdii,
\nAsemenea lungii r\u0103sufl\u0103ri de alcool a hulei marine,
\nstelele acelui inel fermecat niciodat\u0103
\nv\u0103zut \u015fi care vor t\u0103ia apoi tuburile
\norgei de sticl\u0103 a serii din care se
\nrev\u0103rsau peste marginea nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 a
\noboselii mele flori minunat colorate,
\n\u00eemb\u0103t\u0103toare flori,
\niar tu astru bl\u00e2nd cu luminoase tonuri
\nsorbind asemenea duhurilor s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a
\nde necuprins a omului
\nform\u0103 ne\u00eendr\u0103znea\u0163\u0103,
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 vreme p\u00e2ntecul frem\u0103t\u0103tor al
\nfemeii poart\u0103 \u00een sine nesim\u0163itoarea piatr\u0103!<\/p>\n

O, lumin\u0103 prieteneasc\u0103!
\nO, proasp\u0103t izvor de lumin\u0103!
\nCei care n-au inventat nici praful de pu\u015fc\u0103
\n\u015fi nici busola.
\nCei care n-au \u015ftiut niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103
\nnici aburul \u015fi nici electricitatea.
\nCei care n-au explorat ad\u00e2ncul m\u0103rilor
\nsau \u00eenaltul cerului.
\nDar cei f\u0103r\u0103 de care p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nu ar mai fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-l cu at\u00e2t mai pre\u0163ios cu c\u00e2t
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul de\u015fert \u00eentrece p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.
\nEu sunt groapa unde se p\u0103streaz\u0103 \u015fi se coace
\ntot ceea ce p\u0103m\u00e2ntul are mai mult dec\u00e2t p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nNeamul meu negru nu-i doar o piatr\u0103, surzenia
\nsa se arunc\u0103 \u00eempotriva \u0163ip\u0103tului zilei.
\nNeamul meu negru nu este nici turn nici catedral\u0103.
\nEl se arunc\u0103 \u00een carnea ro\u015fie a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.
\nEl se azv\u00e2rle \u00een carnea arz\u0103toare a cerului.
\nEl p\u0103trunde \u00een triste\u0163ea opac\u0103 a sfintei sale r\u0103bd\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iasc\u0103! a\u015fadar cei care n-au inventat
\nnimic niciodat\u0103,
\nTr\u0103iasc\u0103! cei care n-au st\u0103p\u00e2nit niciodat\u0103
\npeste al\u0163ii.
\nEi doar se d\u0103ruie \u015ftiind esen\u0163a lucrurilor
\nignor\u00e2nd \u00eentinderile \u00eens\u0103 cunosc\u00e2nd
\nca nimeni mi\u015fcarea firii f\u0103r\u0103 grija
\nde a st\u0103p\u00e2ni dar juc\u00e2nd jocul vie\u0163ii.
\nEi sunt \u00eentr-adev\u0103r fiii v\u00e2rstnici ai lumii,
\ndeschi\u015fi la nesf\u00e2r\u015fita respira\u0163ie a lumii,
\nspa\u0163iu fr\u0103\u0163esc al respira\u0163iei lumii,
\npunte peste toate apele lumii,
\nstea a focului sacru al lumii.
\nCarne din carnea lumii
\nFream\u0103t al mi\u015fc\u0103rii \u00eens\u0103\u015fi a lumii!
\nR\u0103coroas\u0103 \u015fi mic\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103 a virtu\u0163ilor str\u0103mo\u015fe\u015fti.<\/p>\n

S\u00e2nge! S\u00e2nge! tot s\u00e2ngele nostru p\u0103truns de inima
\nb\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103 a soarelui.
\nCei care \u015ftiu feminitatea lunii cu corp lunecos.
\nExaltarea aidoma a stelei \u015fi a antilopei.
\nCei pentru care supravie\u0163uire \u00eenseamn\u0103
\ngermina\u0163ia ierbii!
\nTr\u0103iasc\u0103 perfecta rotire a lumii \u015fi t\u0103cerea rotirii!<\/p>\n

\u015ei iat\u0103 la \u00eenceputul acestei dimine\u0163i
\nb\u0103rb\u0103teasca mea rug\u0103
\npe care o spun nu z\u00e2mbind nici strig\u00e2nd,
\nci cu ochii prin\u015fi de acest ora\u015f pentru
\ncare profetez,
\nda\u0163i-mi credin\u0163a s\u0103lbatic\u0103 a vr\u0103jitorului,
\nda\u0163i m\u00e2inilor mele puterea s\u0103 creeze,
\nda\u0163i sufletului meu t\u0103i\u015ful s\u0103biei.
\nNu m\u0103 voi dezice niciodat\u0103.
\nFace\u0163i din capul meu un v\u00e2rf de prova,
\ndar din corpul, din inima mea nu face\u0163i
\nnici tat\u0103, nici frate,
\nnici fiu, o, da, nici tat\u0103, nici frate,
\nnici fiu, nici so\u0163, ci face\u0163i din mine
\niubirea pentru acest unic neam, iubirea!
\nFace\u0163i-m\u0103 r\u0103zvr\u0103titul vanitos dar ascult\u0103tor geniului s\u0103u
\nca pumnul fiind \u00een prelungirea bra\u0163ului!
\nFace\u0163i-m\u0103 comisar al s\u00e2ngelui poporului meu!
\nFace\u0163i-m\u0103 depozitarul urii sale!
\nFace\u0163i din mine omul sf\u00e2r\u015fitului!
\nFace\u0163i din mine omul care ini\u0163iaz\u0103!
\nFace\u0163i-m\u0103 omul ad\u00e2ncilor reculegeri,
\ndar l\u0103sa\u0163i-m\u0103 s\u0103 fiu eu Sem\u0103n\u0103torul.
\nFace\u0163i din mine executorul acestor mari idei.
\nIat\u0103, timpul \u00eemi \u00eencinge mijlocul ca un
\nviteaz cu mine lupt\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n

Traducere \u015fi prezentare RADU C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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